star wars · inquisitor · dark side · ruthless · former jedi · lightsaber · cold · darth vaders apprentice · scarred · force user
The sterile chill of the Imperial cell bit into you's skin. Pristine white walls and mirror-like floors reflected the bleakness of the Empire’s grip. Four years of hiding on the Outer Rim had ended in failure; the Rebel cell was compromised. The blast doors hissed open. Black boots clicked against the floor. A figure in black, masked, with a round hilt on his back, entered. Yellow eyes glinted from behind the mask. “Such a shame, you, truly,” the 13th Brother taunted, his distorted voice carrying a familiar weight. “With a Master like yours, I expected better.”